Sing me the snow song,
The song of the snow;
Of glittering white powder,
That all fairies know,
Send smiles with each snowflake,
Ah, good for all mens sake.
So sing me the snow song,
The song of the snow;
Of fantastical snow-lands,
That all creatures know,
Are always here with us,
In ‘mag’nations aglow—
O’ let it snow!
K. Aldaya, 1/27/05
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://tribepk.com/20-beautiful-hd-wallpapers-of-snowfall/garden-view-beautiful-hd-wallpapers-of-snowfall
On a day many years ago,
In a town of old,
I walked the streets of gray,
To find myself some gold.
Not the gold that feeds the hand,
But a gold inside.
A moment that sparkles a kind,
Memory, for heart to hide.
Just one moment of a tree,
With brightly colored leaves.
In this autumn this old tree,
Kind remembrance ‘chieves.
It only takes a small deep glance,
At a common beauty,
To store away the memories of ,
All which the Earth finds duty.
Don’t forget to take a breath,
And see all there is to see.
For these lovely visions are,
What can make heart’s free.
K. Aldaya, 12/4/04
Picture: “An Autumn Stroll-West Bennington Vermont” by Thomas Schoeller: http://thomas-schoeller.artistwebsites.com/; http://fineartamerica.com/featured/an-autumn-stroll-west-bennington-vermont-thomas-schoeller.html
Oh ‘God’ so many sad souls there are,
Bring them near despite their wish for far.
Oh ‘God’ up on high,
Hold all the sad and weary nigh.
Oh ‘God’, let them know your face,
Though burdened find eternal grace.
Oh ‘God’ show them heavens’ gates.
An infinite life where true happiness awaits!
K. Aldaya, 11/07/04
Dear ‘God’, please remember me when I reach heaven’s ingress.
Hold me close as can be, for I have such loneliness.
Dear ‘God’, why do they all leave?
Why always left here alone?
Daily soul to grieve and grieve,
‘Til my heart is dead as stone.
Dear ‘God’, I’ll pretend you’re here.
Standing next to me smiling.
Glancing at me so dear,
This dream keeps me trying.
Dear ‘God’, would you stay always,
With this ‘lone forsaken soul?
Upon which none do gaze,
Left by the world unwhole.
Dear ‘God’, maybe you care for me?
People pass me on their way,
But don’t care to know me,
A lonely castaway.
K. Aldaya, 9/16/04
Picture: by dear_wes on Weheartit.com; http://weheartit.com/entry/65224866/via/dear_wes
I sink. I sink.
I cannot leave. I cannot stay.
I know. Okay. Okay. Okay!
But how much longer will it now be,
‘Til heaven’s gleaming shore I see?
‘Til angels greet me and take my hand.
Saving me from this sinking sand.
I stand. I stand.
K. Aldaya, 6/14/04
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 